Silently it rolls by
noted only by the dead
a gust front rolling just before
clouds of only ethereal energy
come over our town.
Only the sensitive see
the dim flashes and drops
that echo from long past storms
to haunt the prairie now
churning up the cemetery.
Most the town's ghosts
flee to the storm cellars
or lay under the heaviest furniture
disturbing only cats and mice
as they seek shelter.
But one last soul
manages a brief poltergeist moment
tossing a switch in the firehouse
to sound the fire siren
and warn the living.
The wail raises all
living, dead and even animals
as the dust devil dances along
Main Street in physical echo
of the Ghost Tornado.
For many decades ago
the storm nearly destroyed us
taking many lives in its scythe
passing through town at night
and does again now.
After several confusing calls
and arguments that last days
it gets laid on a glitch
amid the controlling program's lines
instead of the Truth.
For the first death
that fateful night years before
is now the ghost sounding alarm
in an attempt at redemption
for drinking on duty
and failing them
when needed
most.
(9May2012 - Dyfedd Rex)
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